I'm An Addict For Dramatics

Smack, went the door against the wall.

Crash ,went the picture frame to the floor.

Smash, went the glass from the frame.

Growl, was the sound ripped from my best friend’s throat.

Bite, went my teeth against his neck.

Groan, was the reply.

Zip, went the zipper on my jeans.

Thump, our jeans landed on the floor.

Collide, went our hips together.

Bang, went my head against the wall.

Slide, went our lower halves together.

Moan, stolen from my throat.

Pound, his cock battered against my sweet spot.

Flying, went the cum from my erection.

Shoot, went his cum deep inside me.

Thud, crashed my body to the floor.

Clang, his belt buckle now holds his jeans up.

“Bye Adam” whispers his voice.

‘I love you, Gee’ I thought.

“I hate you.” The door jeers at me.

‘Cause I’m an addict for dramatics,

I confuse the two for love...